Your Network’s Not Hungry. It’s Just Chewing.
From the quiet corner, a black-clad figure and her silent sidekick take notes.
Some people smile to make you comfortable.
Others smile to make you uneasy.
Scroll long enough and you’ll see why — vanity metrics, applause loops, borrowed “inspiration” spoon-fed back to the same audience.
A certain black-clad observer, with Thing on her shoulder, would just blink once, then say . .
